PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

3| Tender touch

1 pm

I decided to skip our exercising class.

It's of no use anyways, and why should i bother to work out in there where the sick girls do nothing better than making fun of me, or ogling over the gym teacher's half-naked view.

I don't even like his extra muscular and too huge body, i personally prefer mister jeon's figure as a better one. He's also thick, and manly, and has flexing muscles, but they look good, rather than our gym teacher's which seem hideous. I mean, i am not favouring, but still. It's my opinion, and i am sure it's a lot of other girls' too.

Holding on tight to my books close to my chest, i hurry towards my classroom, where i'll go, and sit peacefully to doodle and read, and maybe if time permits, i'll finish my cigarette too, if no one's around here.

I kind of miss lewis, he's the only one i find good and humanly in here. I wish he hadn't left home earlier. I'll fix his ass tomorrow, darn this boy who left early to go see the match. The sight of my classroom breaking my bubble of thoughts, i heave a sharp sigh, and open the door to go in.

"O-" Mister jeon notices me when i easily thought i could escape after saying an 'oh', and he stands up as soon as i walk backwards.

"Wait," I cut him off, stepping away to ignore the way my heart rushed when he held the edge of the door where i was holding onto, and our fingers brushed smoothly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, i...just thought the room would be empty, and so...i...i came here." I stammer like an idiot, but glance at his veiny pale hand grasping the edge of the door, and i turn to leave, getting flustered for no damn reason, ugh.

"Iseul," mister jeon grasps my wrist, and prevents me from leaving like a wimp, taking my name in the sweetest voice. My veins producing high amount of rushing blood to my heart at this simple touch, and my irises unstably look around.b

"You can come inside, i won't be disturbed. Why were you coming here, though?" His soft voice speaks out, churning my stomach, doing something awful to me which feels oddly good.

"I skipped gym, i wasn't feeling well, and wanted to be alone...so," i rise my eyes, and glance at his well-defined jawline, noticing that he has a cute little mole right below his chin, making that place look like a cookie, with a piece of chocolate. "Hmm," he licks his lips, looking down.

Mister jeon's hand leaving my skin with heat, he steps back, opening the door, "i was going through some answer papers, and i checked yours." He gets me nervous at the second, "you did your best, it seemed. But..." he pauses his sentence, and i turn my head up to see him, "i failed." I whisper, feeling tired, and mentally exhausted, but knowing my level in studies.

"No, you did not." He steps forward, a kind smile on his mellow lips, "you scored less, but you haven't failed."

He lips curve up a little more, my attention falling on the softness of his skin unintentionally every now and then, i feel astonished, but not better. "Oh," i take a step back, smiling because he did, not because i barely passed in my history test. "I'm satisfied with the way you wrote, it's all a really good key-point, and your grammar is well too, so that isn't an issue. The only thing you have to focus more on now, is the concept, sweetheart."

Can he just stop calling me that? It's making my tummy act up, for god sake.

Slowly lifting my head up to his eyes, i gaze at his nose, not at all ready to look in his sharp but hypnotizing eyes. "If you come in, i can show you your paper, and alert you about the mistakes so that you don't make any in future."